A burnished flame of divine shine
Doth with my vision intertwine
Flickering and kindling
With the naked truth enchanting
A beatitude of exalted grace
Kisses the curves of my hollowed face
I become borne aloft on divine zephyr
Swept in to otherworldly ether
Where transcendent visions are apace

A knowledge I do not want to be mine
Doth nevertheless in my mind shine
The truth boils deep in convolution
It could inspire a revolution
Overwhelmed by a divine vision
Of inexplicable precision
Revealing the cynical plans
That mar the monstrous mind of man
Until the truth collision

Forms of evil riddle me
They want to fool and fiddle me
But I have seen it clear as day
And to Albion shout my fears, dismay
You cannot suppress a lion's heart
Or prise the people apart
And in our realms no longer stay
So go upon your devillish way
And make haste to depart

I've decided I'm through
I simply want out,
please give back to me
my life.

What I'm saying is true
I have no doubt,
I never want to be
your wife.

You've caused me much pain
given me such grief,
you alone have broken
my heart.

Things will never be the same
I now live in disbelief,
as promises you've spoken
fall apart.

I've taken all a woman can
of your heartless ways,
as my single remaining dream
has died.

You insecure and selfish man
with your jealous craze,
You're not at all what you seem,
you lied.

I gave to you, my everything
it was never enough,
always wanting much more
from me.

I can not go on pretending
so I call my own bluff,
what tomorrow has in store,
I'll see.

In this relationship I only gave
never once did receive,
the sweet love and attention
I deserved.

I will not be your heart's slave
so today I must leave,
this hateful facility of detention....
time served!

If you were a poem,
I'd hold you real tight,
Crumple your fragile edges
In a white-knuckled grip.
I'd study you by candlelight
And your secrets quietly allege.

If you were a poem,
Would you even be mine?
Would such a lovely thing
Belong in my desperate hands?
Your heart could contain answers,
But I'm still questioning.

If you were a poem,
Could I ever be brave enough
To share the wonder you see
With the world you love?
The thing is that you were the
Selfless one; it was never me.

If you were a poem,
I'd memorize every stroke
Of your artful frame.
Then, with your words
Stowed in my heart,
I'd set you aflame.

How I love the breeze
The smell of other lands it carries
How I envy the birds
Creatures of flight
More often then not
I wish I could join them
Spread my wings
And be carried along with the wind

Maybe some day we will dance
Holding hands in disbelief
As tears of joy
flow from our eyes
While the field of flowers
will cheer in salute
Maybe our eternity
will come to an end
And our day will come
to begin . . . just maybe

Just maybe I hope
beyond my dreams